Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, August 14, 1841 by Various
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We can state on the most positive authority that the recent fire at the
Army and Navy Club did not originate from a spark of Colonel Sibthorp's wit falling amongst some loose jokes which Captain Marryatt had been scribbling on the backs of some unedited purser's bills. * * * * * HITTING THE RIGHT NAIL ON THE HEAD. The Whigs resemble nails--How so, my master? Because, like nails, when _beat_ they _hold the faster_. * * * * * A MATTER OF TASTE. "Do you admire Campbell's 'Pleasures of Hope'?" said Croker to Hook. "Which do you mean, the Scotch poet's or the Irish Chancellor's? the real or the ideal--Tommy's four thousand lines or Jocky's four thousand pounds a-year?" inquired Theodore. Croker has been in a brown study ever since. * * * * * CHARLES KEAN'S "CHEEK." MR. PUNCH,--Myself and a few other old Etonians have read with inexpressible scorn, disgust, and indignation, the heartless and malignant |
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